Jensen Ackles X Nonbinary Reader
You come out to your co-star as nonbinary.
Rating: F (Fluff)
“Okay, let’s finish this last scene, then, food.” Jensen chuckled, raising his eyebrows at his co-star. They chuckled and sat back in their chair.
“You’ve been Dean Winchester for too long,” they joked.
Jensen cocked his head and frowned. “Nah. Never. He’s always going to be a part of me.”
His co-star smiled and nodded. “Hell, yeah, he is.”
“Last scene, let’s go.”
“Actually, Jensen... I wanted to talk to you about something.” They sat at the edge of their chair and let out a sharp breath.
“Okay. What’s up?” Jensen asked, taking a seat himself, across from his co-star.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just haven’t figured out how to say it and it not sound stupid.”
“Kid, nothing you say to me is going to sound dumb. I promise.” Jensen lowered his head slightly to catch their eye. “Hey.”
They looked up at him.
“Just say it slow. Take it easy. Close your eyes and tell me if you have to. I want to know what’s going on in that head of yours.” He said calmly, smiling at them warmly.
“Okay.” They nodded, closing their eyes. They took a deep breath. “I don’t feel like my gender.”
Jensen didn’t respond.
They opened their eyes to see Jensen staring at them, not completely understanding, but eager to learn.
“Like,” they sighed, “I don’t feel like any gender. I don’t feel like a girl, I don’t feel like a boy, I don’t feel like both. I just... I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know how to approach it. It’s scary.”
Jensen nodded and sighed, crossing his fingers with his elbows on his knees. “Well, kid. I’ll tell you what. If it makes it easier, we can look at you in the mirror together and we can start by telling you how amazing and strong you are for being who you are, being true to yourself, even if you’re not 100% sure who that is yet. The fact that you had enough guts to tell me in the first place tells me you’re more comfortable with yourself than you think. And being neither gender is fine, kid. If that’s what makes you happy, who the hell am I to stand in your way? I’m here for you, and so is the rest of the crew.”
HIs co-star wiped away a tear and sniffled.
“Thank you, Jensen. That was very sweet.”
“Of course, kid. Have you decided on pronouns? Or, a new name, maybe?”
“My friend and I were talking about they/them pronouns, seeing how it feels. I don’t know about a name yet, if I do change it.”
“Okay. Taking your time is okay. Hey. You’re strong. I need you to remember that, alright? You’re so strong to stand against society's labels and come to terms with yourself about who you are to you, and how you want yourself to be seen. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, and if they tell you differently, to hell with them. They’re not you, therefore, they don’t control you.” Jensen stood and made his way over to his co-worker. “Come here, kid.” He wrapped them in a tight hug and let them cry on his shoulder. “I’ll tell you what.”
“Hmm,” they mumbled.
“How about we get some food, and call it a night?”
Tom Hiddleston X Reader
Your best friend surprises you for the holidays.
Rating: F (Fluff)
“I miss you, bug, “ Tom mumbled through the phone. I smiled and wrapped my blanket around me more. It was raining again. It’s been cold enough to snow for the past week, yet it had been only rain.
“I miss you, too, bear.”
The two of us had been on FaceTime almost all morning, Tom ringing you up as soon as he stepped into his rental car to head to his newest shoot.
“What have you been up to this morning?” Tom asked.
“Well, I got off work last night, wanted to go to the gym but was too tired, came home, watched a movie, next thing I knew, the sun was coming up.”
Tom stared at the screen with an open mouth. “You haven’t slept?”
“Nope.” Tom glared at me for a second before looking out his window. “It was an accident, I swear.” He chuckled and shook his head.
“I don’t believe you, darling,” he stated before replying to his something his driver asked. He then looked back at the phone. “I’m at my shoot, dear. I’ll call you in a bit. Take care.”
“I will! Have fun, bear. I’ll keep you updated on my day like usual.” Blowing a kiss to the camera, we hung up after we said “I love you.” I set my phone on my coffee table and grabbed my cup, taking it to the kitchen. Right as I was began brewing my coffee, my doorbell rang. Figuring it was my last holiday shopping package, I paid no mind as I walked to the door. Unlocking the front bolt, I yawned as I opened my door.
There stood Tom, duffle bag and all, grinning like a little boy.
“That was a fast shoot,” I joked, laughing at his chuckle. “Come on, it’s cold outside. Lucky for you, I just bought a new tin of chamomile.” I stood to the side, allowing Tom to enter my home, dropping his duffle on the floor before turning to me.
"Hello, bug,” He smiled, pulling me into a hug.
“Hello, bear.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, inhaling his pricey London cologne, wishing I could wrap up in his scent. It was always a comfort, especially on a cold day like this one.
“After tea, it’s nap time. We can put on a movie in the living room, you can lay on my chest, and I’ll be here when you wake up, because you’re stuck with me for the next week.” He smiled, earning my smile in return. I nodded and walked with him to my kitchen. With how much he came over, he went straight to the coffee bar and made his tea.
“Marvel, I presume?” Tom asked, letting out a soft chuckle when I looked up at him with a wide smile. “Which will it be this time?”
I reached for the remote and clicked on Ragnarok. He opened his arms on the couch and let me cuddle into him, Tom draping a blanket over the both of us. I soon fell asleep on Tom’s chest, the sound of his heartbeat melting in with the rain beating on the windows and roof. I felt safe with him, as I always did. He was my second home, and the gentle kiss on my head told me he knew.
Sebastian Stan X Reader
A bonfire with the Winter Soldier actor is just what was needed to get your mind off of a bad day.
Rating: F (Fluff)
“God, look at those stars,” I sighed, hugging my knees to my chest and gazing up at the black sky. A bottle clinked next to me and I looked to see my best friend handing me an old fashion soda bottle.
“Gorgeous, aren’t they?” Sebastian smiled. I didn’t see him looking at me when he said that. According to our friends, I didn’t see him looking at me when he says a lot of things.
I think I pay attention to a lot of things - things other people normally don’t. I’m usually the first person to tell you that your hair is different, or you’re wearing a different cologne than usual. I’m just... attentive.
Tonight, I had invited my best friend, Sebastian, to a bonfire - just the two of us. We hadn’t had much time to hang out lately with him shooting Endgame, his most recent movie.
“So, how’s work?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink. I laugh as he groans.
“First off, I’m surprised I haven’t murdered Mackie. Second, I’m so glad to be home.” His gaze lingered on me after a while, the light from the fire making his eyes shine and one half of his face dark. He looked mysteriously handsome in this light. I chuckled and nodded, fearing the silence was awkward.
“Yeah, he can be a handful. I’m sure he’s not too much. I mean, he’s your best friend. Best friends are always a lot, even if you love them.”
“That is true. Well, part of is true.”
“What part isn’t?” We both took a sip.
“He’s not my best friend. You are.”
I paused with a smile, lowering my head to avert my gaze.
“Do I make you nervous?” Sebastian asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“No, why would you make me nervous?” I asked, stuttering.
“You lower your head when you get nervous. You’ve been doing that all day. Is there something you want to tell me?” He moved closer to me, close enough where our arms were touching. I chuckled and shook my head.
“I miss you,” I admitted, laying my head on his shoulder. He hummed and kissed my head.
“Hand me a stick.”
“Sebastian, I told you, they’re called skewers.”
“I refuse to call them that. It’s a stupid name. Now, hand me one.”
I laughed and reached forward to grab the pair of skewers, handing him one and keeping one for myself.”
The radio behind us played The Rhythm of Love by the Plain White T’s.
We may only have tonight,
But til the morning sun, you’re mine.
All mine.
Play the music low,
And swing to the rhythm of love.
I handed Sebastian a marshmallow.
“How long are you home for?” I asked, lowering my marshmallow over the fire. He followed suit and sighed softly, one of his hands running up and down my arm, giving me goosebumps.
“About a month. How long do you think you could stomach me?” He joked.
“Please. As if I could ever get tired of you,” I laughed, tilting my head up to look at him. He smiled into the fire, pulling his skewer back. He watched the browning on his marshmallow bubble slightly before biting it off.
“Your marshmallow’s on fire,” he announced after swallowing. I looked back into the fire.
“Oh, shit.” I pulled my skewer back and blew out the flame on my marshmallow. We both laughed as I ate it off the metal, careful not to burn my mouth. “That was close,” I chuckled, licking my lips. I sat up to eat the rest of the marshmallow, not wanting it to get on my blanket.
“You forgot some.”
“Huh?” I looked to Sebastian to see a smile tugging at his lips.
“You still have marshmallow on your lips.”
“What? Where?” I tried to lick my lips but it was too sticky. I groaned and went to wipe it with my finger.
“Here, let me. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Sebastian chuckled and pulled me closer, sitting me in front of him, facing him. He leaned in and wiped his finger across my bottom lip softly. He sighed. “It’s still there.” We sat there for a moment, staring at each other, the fire crackling beside us. “May I?” He asked, leaning in farther. I only nodded, placing my hand on his knee. He cupped the back of my jaw and pulled me closer, meeting me halfway. I fought back a moan when he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip. He sucked on my bottom lip, and I couldn’t hold it back. I let out a soft moan, and I felt him smile in the kiss.
“Did you get it?” I asked when he pulled back blushing.
“I might have to try again.” He leaned in again, this time both of us smiling.
Zak Bagans X Reader
Best friends are great, hands down. But this best friend locks you down in bat-shit crazy places.
Rating: I don’t even know. F (Fluff), I think???
**WARNING: Cursing
“Do you trust me?” Zak whispered to the woman beside him.
“Zachary, if you make me go upstairs by myself, I swear to God, I will tell the spirit to follow you home.”
Aaron laughed, his camera shaking slightly. Billy, who was standing beside him, hid his laughter by biting his lip.
“Just - trust me, okay? I want you to go into the upstairs bedroom, the one on the right, and I’ll give you-” Zak began, but she cut him off again.
“The one where that bitch old lady died? Hell no!” Her voice cracked in the middle of her sentence, her voice getting higher as she grew more scared. Aaron could not hold in his laughter no matter how hard he tried and had to set down his camera in order to recompose himself.
“Will you just listen to me? I’m gonna give you this recorder. You’re gonna go upstairs in the old lady’s room. You’ll come back to nerve after a few minutes.”
“Fine. But if I’m in there for longer than thirty minutes, the next spirit we investigate is going to be you.” Snatching the EVP recorder out of his hand, she stomped her way up the stairs. “Shut up, Aaron!” She yelled before turning into the room on the right. Zak, Billy, and Aaron left the house, leaving her alone in the haunted farm house. Sighing, she hesitantly sat on the bed. She gave her name after turning on the recorder. “Why do you stay here? This isn’t your property anymore. You need to leave.” With the recorder placed on the nightstand, she tried to relax her mind enough to let the spirit speak with her. The reason she was on the crew was she helped the boys contact a spirit on an investigation, and the dead seemed to like her. She was an empath, like Zak. It seemed to be one of the many things that connected the two of them, regardless of how often they got on each other’s nerves.
“Alright, you guys, I’m not getting anything up here. It’s almost sunrise, there’s less energy. Can I come down now?” She asked into the walkie. It was silent for a moment.
“Yeah,” Aaron’s voice came through. “Make you way back down. I’ll come unlock the door for you.”
‘You assholes locked me in?!” She scoffed.
“Yeah, that’s on Zak,” Aaron laughed.
Once out of the house, she didn’t waste any time in punching Zak in the arm after helping Billy and Jay load the truck.
“I barely felt that,” Zak teased. “What was that for?”
“You’re a dick, that’s what that was for.” As she walked to the other side of the car to sit next to Aaron, Zak smiled to himself, knowing after she avoids him the entire ride home, she’d be right by his side the next day.
Seth Rollins X Reader
“Maybe you’re more important to him than you think.”
Rating: F (Fluff)
I’ve been keeping track of how long it’s been since I’ve seen my best friend of nearly seven years. He’s been on tour for the past three months, and even though we’ve spent longer apart, his absence is taking a big toll on me. I miss the sound of him in the kitchen in the mornings, his video games at midnight, and I miss car rides with him. When is this asshole coming home?
“If you do not open this door right now, I’m walking away.”
Another friend of mine had been coming over for a while to keep my company. If I’m alone for too long, I get antsy and it’s not fun.
“Hey,” I laughed, linking my arm with theirs and walked down the road to the coffee shop we go to every weekend.
“So, how’s Seth?” They ask, smirking behind their coffee.
“He’s doing fine, as far as I know. We haven’t talked in a couple days.”
“That’s not normal.”
“It’s not, but with Joe leaving, Ambrose isn’t renewing his contract come April, he’s upset about it. His two best friends are leaving. He doesn’t want to be on his own.”
“Oh, yeah, I heard about that. I’m sad about it, too.” I nodded at that. I was too. I’ve known Seth and his boys since they debuted in 2012, and seeing how far they’ve both come and now seeing two of them leave... It breaks my heart.
“Why can’t you just tell him how you feel?” They ask, pulling me from my thoughts.
“What?” I laugh, caught off guard.
“It’s obvious you like him. Just tell him how you feel.”
“I can’t do that. I can’t tell him I have feelings for him when he’s constantly gone.”
“He’s constantly gone to a lot of people, a lot of girlfriends, and he’s proposed to one of them. He’s a committed guy. What makes you think he won’t be committed to you? Maybe you’re more important to him that you think.”
I shrug. I saw their eyes dart to something behind me and them begin to slide out of their seat.
“Maybe you should tell him.” With that, they walked away from our table, leaving me confused.
Until Seth casually slid into the seat. “Good morning.”
I nearly spit out my coffee in surprise. “Seth, what the hell! When did you get here?” I laughed, both of us standing to hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me tightly. He sighed into my hair, kissing my head.
“Your friend texted me, and made sure I’d be home when you two made your coffee run. I had help surprising you.” He grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile. We walked out of the coffee shop and headed back to my place. “So, was what they were saying true? Do you have feelings for me?”
“Um...” I knew I couldn’t lie to him - I’ve never been able to. But I also didn’t want to ruin our friendship. “Yeah... I do. But it’s cool if you don’t feel the same way. I know you always try to make time for me when you come home, but that doesn’t mean you have to make time for me as my boyfriend. I know you have a tight schedule with you being at the top and all now.”
“You’re rambling,” he chuckled, stopping in front of me on the sidewalk. There was a crack of thunder and rain began pouring down. We both jumped and stood on the sidewalk in the rain. He knows I’ve always loved the rain. I love the smell of it, the feel of it, the coldness of it. Especially now when it was starting to get hot and spring was around the corner. I stood with my face towards the sky, letting the rain fall on me. Seth stood there and watched me. “Hey,” He said softly, pulling me into him, wrapping my overcoat around me.
“Uh-huh?”
“We should get inside. It’ll get heavier.”
I groaned softly, opening my eyes to look up at him. Those soft brown eyes were looking down at me. When he brought his hand up to my cheek, I thought I was imagining it. Then he leaned down to kiss me.
“I have feelings for you to. And your friend’s right. I’m committed. So if you think I won’t date you simply because I’m not home all the time, you’re so wrong.”
I smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. “I’m glad to hear that.”
Chris Evans X Reader
Exams are coming up and you need to study, but your best friend refuses to let it stress you out.
Rating: F (Fluff)
“I told you to start studying earlier, dumbass.”
“Shut up, Chris.”
“How about some food?” Chris stood from my bed and stretched. I had to hold my breath when I saw his shirt lift from his stomach slightly. He let out a groan and sat on the floor at the foot of my bed. He looked at me with puppy eyes. “You had a small breakfast and it’s nearly three o’clock. You need to eat something.”
“Chris, if I fail this exam because you want to have lunch with me, I will kill you.”
He laughed, “You won’t fail this exam! This is your best subject, your teacher loves you, and you already said they’d likely curve the test if it doesn’t go well.”
My eyes lifted from my paper to him. “Fine, but something small.”
“Something small,” he agreed. The goofy grin I adored arrived on his face once I closed my book and stood on the bed. Chris turned his back to my bed and waited for me to jump onto his back. He carried my into my kitchen as I rested my cheek against the side of his head with one hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder. He backed up against my counter top and let me go before opening the fridge. “Let’s see. You have yogurt, milk, eggs, bacon, and pizza.” he reached for the pizza box.
“Can you see if I have fruit in there?”
“Fruit? That’s boring.” He looked anyway, reaching into the fridge and pulled out a full carton of strawberries. I reached out for them and kissed Chris on the cheek.
“You’re boring,” I retorted, laughing as I ran away when he tried to catch me.
Chris Pratt X Reader
“How could a heart like yours, ever love a heart like mine?”
Rating: F (Fluff)
“Another bad day, huh?”
I’d forgotten I’d given my best friend a key to my apartment. Sighing from behind my coffee mug, I nodded. He smiled softly before closing the door behind him and sitting with me on the couch. He pulled my blanket over my shoulders and pulled me so I was laying on him. Chris wrapped an arm around my waist and rubbed his thumb against my side gently.
“Wanna talk about it?” He asked. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to answer or just sit there with him. Before he began to worry, I sighed again and shook my head. I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes gleamed as he looked back at me, and he nodded back.
“You don’t have to. I know that bad days for you suck. I’m surprised you aren’t listening to your music right now. Actually,” he snapped his fingers before pulling himself from me. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.” I watched him jog into my bedroom from the couch. I couldn’t help but smile when he came back with my phone and earbuds. Chris handed them to me after sitting back down. “Here ya go,” he said softly.
“You sure you won’t mind me not talking to you?” I asked, but already plugging my earbuds into my phone jack.
“Of course I won’t mind. Besides, you don’t really talk on bad days, anyways. I’ve gotten used to it by now.”
I’d forgotten how many bad days I’ve spent at Chris’s side as he comforted me. Smiling softly, I laid my head back on his shoulder and got comfy again. Going through my albums and artists, I settled on a band from one of my favorite movies, If I Stay. I clicked shuffle and my favorite song by the band Willamette Stone came on, “Heart Like Yours”. I couldn’t help but hum along. When it got to the chorus, my favorite part, I began to sing quietly.
“How could a heart like yours, ever love a heart like mine? How could I live before? How could I be so blind? You opened up my eyes. You opened up my eyes.”
“I didn’t know you could sing,” Chris whispered, now falling asleep. I was beginning to drift off as well, so I yawned in response and curled up with him, getting closer. I was almost on his lap now, my knee over his thigh and my head on his chest. My arm was wrapped around his stomach as he pulled the blanket over his lap. Grabbing the TV remote, he switched it on and lowed the volume on his favorite Netflix show. “Get some sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.” I was already asleep by the time he said it, but I knew he’d still be holding me when I woke up. He always had been.
Sebastian Stan X Reader
A birthday spent at the bar was not a good idea, but a cute stranger saying hello isn’t the worst thing that happened.
Rating: F (Fluff)
People were all around her. Too many people were all around her. The music was too loud. The music through her earbuds wouldn’t go up loud enough to drown out the base of the speakers from the bar, or the commotion of the crowd. Her hand trembled and her leg bounced. Of course, her friends were too focused on their drinks and their own conversations to notice.
The cold air from outside nearly calmed her nerves as it hit her face and went through her hair. It made the tears that began to fall sting, but it was better than her chest feeling like it was going to cave. Cursing the outfit she let her friends force her to wear, she hugged herself and shivered. More people entered and left the club, not giving her much room to regain her breath. She didn’t notice someone walking towards her after she turned her back on the crowd and let out a shaky breath.
“Hey.” He had to clear his throat to make her notice him. When she turned to face him, her eyes were puffy. The man exhaled, the cold weather making his breath visible. “Are you okay?”
The girl shrugged and shook her head, but didn’t speak. Her bottom lip was trembling.
“Are you here alone? Do you have friends inside?” He pointed back towards the bar but she didn’t look past him. She nodded and hugged herself tighter. “I’m not trying to scare you, or anything. I’m just worried.”
“You don’t know me.” Her voice cracked and it was clear she had been crying.
“I know that. But you’re not okay, and I want to be nice.” He came closer, his face coming forth from the shadows of the corner. He stood next to her under the street light.
After pausing, she inhaled slowly. “I’m not good with crowds. Too many people and loud noises... I don’t do well.” She sniffled, wiping her nose with her shirt sleeve.
“Ah. I understand that. So, if you know you’re not good with crowds, why chose a bar to spend your night?” He wondered. Something about him seemed familiar, almost safe.
“I didn’t,” she shrugged. “My friends, they thought I should actually celebrate my birthday for once instead of stay at home.”
“Oh, well, happy birthday.” He smiled kindly. “I’m Sebastian.”
Returning his smile although hers was more uneasy, she gave her name. He wished her a happy birthday again, adding her name at the end. She liked the way her name rolled off his tongue.
“Do your friends know you’re out here?” He asked.
“I doubt it,” she scoffed. “I’m not sure why I even call them my friends. All they ever do is tell me what to wear, where to go.” Sebastian nodded, listening to her intently. She shivered.
“You’re cold. Would you like my jacket?” Already shrugging off his leather jacket, he slipped it over her shoulders, holding the collar on the sides to keep it in place. With their faces close, he saw her eyes under the orange street light. If it wasn’t how soft she looked then, it was the alcohol that made him swoon slightly.
“Thank you,” she murmured. He mumbled a ‘you’re welcome’ before taking a small step back. “So, Sebastian,” she started. “What brings you here? You’re obviously not from around here, or you’d know that this bar is trash.”
He laughed. “Nah, not from around here. I’m traveling with friends of mine. Figured we’d scope out the town.”
“It’s a shit town, just so you’re warned. Why this town?”
He shrugged. “Just felt like it would be fun.”
“So if you’re traveling, that means you’re not staying. Doesn’t it?” She was smirking slightly at the man, earning a smile in return.
“Not necessarily. If I find a reason to stay, I’ll stay.” He replied with a cheeky grin.
“It’d be fun seeing you around again, if I’m being honest.”
“Then I guess that’s my reason to stay.” The two smiled at each other before Sebastian added his number to the woman’s phone, and vice versa.
Bars are never a good idea, but meeting a cute stranger is never bad.
Grant Gustin X Reader
A chilly day on set is nothing less than comfort while messing around with your best friend.
Rating: F (Fluff)
**mild cursing**
“And, cut!” A bell rung and the actors on set all sighed heavily, clapping. Carlos offered drinks later (Tom, of course, took him up on his offer), and Danielle relaxed on a couch, still in her Killer Frost costume. Grant panned his eyes around on the set to look for his best friend, and found her sitting at a far away corner, her phone in hand and earbuds in. A smile found its way to his face.
“You busy?” The brunette slid down the wall and sat next to her. Grinning, she held her phone out for him to see the video playing. She had recorded Tom dancing between takes, adding a text at the top that read,
‘when earth gets destroyed but then you remember it’s not even your earth’
Grant laughed. “I love it! Hey, while you’re here, why not check out the set?”
“Ooh, yes. Then food?” Standing, she grabbed Grant’s hands and pulled him up with her.
“You know me too well.” Before she could walk away, Grant bent down, pushing a shoulder into her stomach before grabbing her legs and taking her over his shoulder. Her laughter increased once he began to walk with a light skip, bouncing her on his shoulder.
“Grant! Where are we going?” She giggled. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, eyes peering out from behind him. She could barley see over his waist but she was okay with it. She trusted him.
“Grant, come here a second!” Stopping in his tracks when he heard Jesse’s voice, he started humming to himself and continued (bouncing) across the set to his co-star.
“Yes, Jesse?” Grant grinned as her kept his arm over the back of her legs, securing her.
In between laughter, Jesse managed to ask Grant to lunch. “Or, are you tied down at the moment?”
With a soft shrug, Grant shook his head. “I’m not busy right now. Where were you thinking of going?”
“Uh, hello? ONE of us is tied up at the moment!” She groaned. Her and Jesse made eye contact, making Jesse laugh.
“Did you hear something? Oh, by the way, have you seen the girl I brought with me today?” Jesse cackled at Grant’s humor. Grant turned around in a near full circle, swinging his best friend with him. She squealed and tightened her grip around his waist in fear of being let go.
“Please be careful with her, Grant. She’s precious.” Carlos joined the conversation with a water bottle in hand.
“Carlos,” the girl panted. “Help me!”
The raven-haired American-Colombian stood at an angle to see her, grinning childishly. “Aren’t you a little, uh, upside down?”
“Oh, fuck you,” she chuckled.
“Damn. My back is hurting.” Finally setting his best friend’s feet back on the ground, he stood up straight and leaned back to pop his back, groaning. When he looked back down, the woman he had been carrying stood before him, arms crossed, hair messy, a smile fighting to be hidden. “Oh! There you are! I’ve been looking for you! Where’d you go?”
“I fucking hate you, Grant!” She swatted his arm with a laugh.
“I love you, too,” he smirked, pulling her into a hug. “Okay, but seriously.” He turned to Jesse, still beaming. “Lunch?”
Sherlock X Reader
Research is all fun and games until the power goes out and Sherlock learns that you’re afraid of the dark.
Rating: F (Fluff)
The thunder hadn’t started more than an hour ago, yet the rain was becoming harsh. Sherlock laid on his couch across the room from his assigned partner-in-crime.
“Where’s your usual guy?” The novel pages flipped under the fingers of the body laying on their stomach on the floor.
“It was family issues, John said, or something like. May I ask why you are lying on my apartment floor?” Without lifting his eyes from his book, he shifted his body to print a new position into his couch.
The reporter gave a sigh. “Laying on my stomach is comfortable for me. May I ask why you’re a room’s length away from me?”
Sherlock blinked, turning his head to catch their eyes. “I guess I could come closer if I felt like it.” He cleared his throat and went back to reading. “But I don’t.”
The lights in the apartment flickered before going out completely, leaving the two in the dark.
“Mrs. Hudson?” Sherlock called, leaving the couch to lean through his door frame, greeting the woman with a smile. “Is everyone’s power out?”
“With this nasty weather, I wouldn’t believe it if anyone’s wasn’t.” She held two other flashlights in her hand, letting him take one from her. “Where’s the other sweet lad?” She asked, shuffling around the room before shinning her flashlight beam on the reporter who was now sitting up with legs crossed, still in the middle of the floor. “Oh, dearie. The storm’s worrying you, is it?” She smiled kindly.
“No, ma’am. It isn’t. My back was getting stiff.”
Sherlock kept his eyes on his guest while Mrs. Hudson left a flashlight beside the stack of books on a coffee table. Going back to his couch, he kept his light aimed at his book.
After only a few minutes, Sherlock’s voice broke the silence through the white noise of the rain and thunder. “Would you like me to start a fire?”
“I’m sorry?”
“In the fireplace? We do have one, you know.”
“Uh... If it wouldn’t trouble you. It’s only a little cold.” The detective walked straight to the fireplace, and flicked a match to light it.
“And dark?” He held the match by the end of the wood while looking over his shoulder, his eyes softening as he inspected the reporter.
“Yes, that, too.”
“How long have you been afraid of the dark?” The match landed in the log pile and slowly built up to a larger, louder, and lighter flame. Shuffling footsteps sounded over the flooring until they were beside Sherlock, feet crossing and sitting in front of the fire.
“As long as I could remember.”
“Think I wouldn’t notice?”
“I’ve got to ask; how did you?”
Sighing, he turned his figure to the side. “Your eyes were quite frantic during the rainstorm. It’s not common that you fumble with your hands, but when you become anxious, it seems that’s the only thing you do. Switching positions after the power went out alarms me that you had suddenly become uncomfortable. I guess lying on your stomach does not always work?” He raised his eyebrows slightly.
“Alright. I’ll give you that.” A soft chuckle was followed by a sniffle. “I’ve always found fires to be beautiful. I don’t know why. The shades, maybe? The power of destruction? Noise?”
“For you, it’s possible it’s all of the above, if it keeps your mind off of something.” Sherlock knew he had a point and couldn’t stop his smile as his company grinned.
Tom Holland X Reader
Being an artist had it’s perks - like sketching attractive men while they worked on set. You just weren’t thinking he’d notice.
Rating: F (Fluff)
Always leaving the house with her sketchbook was a habit. Even if she knew she’d have no time to draw, there wasn’t a chance it wouldn’t be under her arm or in her bag with her on the outside of her locked house.
Her job wasn’t difficult in the slightest of the word; she was to bring coffee and snacks to the cast and crew, sometimes check sound, and stay out of everyone’s way. In her mind, it was good thing she was the quiet type.
In his mind, it was the worst.
With this member of the production’s crew being more of an observer than a mind-speaker, it was only the small things that had caught Tom’s eye. When the directors noticed Tom becoming distracted, they set Tom up with none other than the one he can’t keep his gaze off of to solve the problem.
“Hi, Tom. Has either Anthony or Joe told you why you needed to speak with me?” Tom stood in front of her just off set, seemingly frozen. “Tom? Are you listening to me?” She sighed softly. “This is exactly why I stay in the back,” she huffed.
Suddenly, Tom blinked and shook his head. “No, no. I’m terribly sorry, darling. I, uh, haven’t been able to keep my focus.” He cleared his throat apologetically and offered her a kind and small smile.
“Yeah, we’ve noticed,” she chuckled softly. “Anthony was hoping you could tell me why that was.”
“He sent me to you to tell you that specifically?” Tom began rocking back and fourth on his feet slightly and wiping his hands on his jeans multiple times.
“Listen, if it’s a personal reason, I can spare you an excuse if you don’t want to tell me. I get it, and that’s fine.”
“No, it’s nothing like that. I’m fine.”
“Are you? Tom, it’s not even eleven in the morning and you’ve been jittery since you came to work this morning.” She inspected him, laughing softly at the growing grin on his face. “What’s gotten into you?”
“May I see your sketchbook?” Tom asked, rather suddenly. She was surprised that he even noticed that she drew since he was on set all the time, and they weren’t exactly friends. In fact, they’ve never even talked up until this point.
“My- my sketchbook? What for?”
“I’ve noticed you draw often. I wanted to see your work.” He saw her hesitate to grab her book. “You don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to.” Tom relaxed when he saw her smile slightly.
“Okay. There’s nothing vulgar. So, she’s all yours.” Nervously, she sat herself on the stood she had been leaning on and began to bounce her leg.
“Most of these are of the cast. When did you buy this sketchbook?”
“About a week before the filming started.”
“Damn, you’re good.”
She felt a proud blush rise to her cheeks. Then she noticed how far he’d gotten, meaning he was closer to finding the sketches of himself. She held her breath and waited for his reaction.
“Oh, my God. These are me. That’s me. And that’s me.” He flipped through four or so more pages before landing on a blank page. Tom looked up at her with warmth. “These are honestly fantastic. You could be big one day, you know? If you went with this further?”
“Yeah. My dad tells me that all the time.” She chuckled softly and placed the book back on the table. “So, if you don’t mind me asking-”
“I haven’t been able to focus because you’ve been wearing red more often, and it’s a very nice color on you.”
“Wait, I’ve been distracting you?”
“Yes, you have been. But, please, don’t stop wearing red. In fact, maybe you could wear red tonight if you say yes to joining me for dinner?” Tom was incredibly smooth with the date purposal, and she didn’t have a reason to say no.
“I’d love to join you for dinner, Tom.”
“Great. Don’t leave set without me, darling. I’d hate to get blown off by such a beautiful and talented woman.”
Chris Pratt X Reader
A small house party with your friend’s (attractive) cast mate warms up when you’re alone with him.
Rating: F (Fluff)
The only reason I found myself at this dumbass party was because of a friend of mine. I’m all for supporting him in his roles and watch his productions, but actually going out and meeting people I have no interest ever contacting again? Yeah, no thanks from me. But, Dave is not known to take ‘no’ for an answer when it comes to him introducing me to his friends. So, a while later, here I am, awkwardly standing with a drink in my hand, scanning the rest of the crowd.
“Hey! You’re not enjoying yourself!” Dave made me jump as he came up behind me. I shook my head at him and laughed.
“I told I didn’t want to come. It’s your fault that I’m not having fun, Dae.” Looking around the large gathering room of the expensive-looking (and fancy as fuck, not to mention) house, just about the entire cast of Avengers: Infinity War stood with each other, laughing and talking. The man I recognized as Tom Holland, who played Peter Parker, looked to be cracking jokes and making everyone around him laugh. I smiled. I envied those with such abilities - to bring people joy. Not in a bad way, but in a way of wishing to be able to do the same thing.
“You really think you’d have more fun on your couch watching a lame TV show, then being here with everyone else?” Dave re-positioned himself to stand in front of me, blocking my view from the rest of the crowd. It was more calming to think that I was talking to only my friend, not a cast of people I didn’t know.
“Yes, I do.” I raised my drink to my lips. Before I could swallow, someone bumped my elbow and I jumped, spilling my drink down my throat and shirt. Down the shirt that, of course, had to be a light color, and, of course, had to be one that did not belong to me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Oh, Jesus. I am so sorry. I honestly did not see you. My back was turned, and I was walking backwards, which isn’t safe or smart, and I-”
“You’re right. Walking backwards isn’t smart. If you know it’s not, why were you doing it?” Looking up from my shirt, I lifted my head to come face-to-face with the guy who played Star-Lord. He stopped talking and locked eyes with me.
“I was putting something on the counter. And, well,” he shook his head, “you were in front of the counter.” He paused and took a breath. “So, sorry. Again.” He placed his hands on his hips, and gave me a soft smile. I scoffed and looked at Dave.
“This is, his name is, is,” Dave was stuttering. He’s never been comfortable under my glare.
“Chris. I’m Chris.” The guy stuck his hand out for me to shake, then hesitantly pulled away when he realized that I wasn’t up for it. “Can I get you a new shirt?”
“If you do anything, could you please wash it? This isn’t even mine.” I crossed my arms but had to uncross them because I hated the feeling of my wet clothing.
“I can do that, also,” he said honestly.
“Fine.” I gave in once I accepted that he did want to fix this. “But if you wash this, I’d need a new shirt. I’m not walking around topless.”
Chris laughed at that. “No problem. I can give you one of mine. Follow me.” He began to walk away, and Dave had to push me in his direction to help me keep up. I jogged most of the time just to keep him in my sight. He was turning corners, dodging people while greeting them at the same time.
“Okay, do you even know where you’re going? And how do you plan to give me an extra shirt? You’re not wearing a sweatshirt or anything.” Catching my breath was not as easy now as it used to be in high school. Running track helped. “What room are we in?”
“I do know where I’m going - this is my house. I hope that also answers your other question.” He had his back to me as he went through a dresser drawer. I stayed silent and found myself involuntarily licking my lips as my gaze fell to his body and the position he was in. He was slightly bent over as he went through the middle drawer. He turned around, a Def Leopard shirt in hand. “This might not fit perfectly, but it’ll do until the end of the night.” My eyes met his and he smirked. “Your lips dry?”
“No.” My hesitation made him laugh. “Thanks for the shirt,” I mumbled, taking the top from him and walked to a corner in the room, facing the wall.
“I could step out of the room.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “No, it’s fine. I’m sure you’ve seen a female back before. At least, I hope you have.”
“Oh, ouch. Was that supposed to hurt as bad as it did?” His lips curved up as he joked back, and I laughed, too.
“Depends. How bad did it hurt?” I faced the wall again to hide my smile as I slipped my wet top over my head and placed it on the nightstand next to me.
“That stung pretty bad. But, of course, you were joking. You wouldn’t mind if you hurt my feelings.” I could feel the smile in his voice. Shaking my head at his remark, I slipped his shirt on and ruffled it out to make it more comfortable.
“I don’t think I’d mind that much. Would you?” I faced him once again, my hands on my waist. He was quiet, for once, and studied me. “What?” I was beginning to get insecure and looked down to see if it looked bad.
“Um, nothing. Sorry, it’s nothing. You just...” He cleared his throat and waved a hand towards me. “That shirt looks good on you.”
“Thank you. I like your taste in bands.”
“Thanks. That was a band I grew up listening to. Never could get away from them.” He chuckled softly. I nodded, retracing my steps around the bed to get to the door. He stood in front of me, eyes locked onto each other’s. I wondered if his heart was beating as quickly as mine.
“My shirt is on your bed.” I spoke a bit slower, not being able to look away.
“I’ll wash it tonight,” He said, matching my pace. “You know, if you could give me your number, I’d appreciate it.”
“I’m sorry?” I took a step back.
“So I could return the shirt that doesn’t belong to you back to you?” He titled his head. It made him look... softer, and adorable.
“Oh. Right.” I blushed softly and handed him my phone to put his number in. He sent himself a text before giving it back.
“Thank you. Did you think I was asking you on a date?” He chuckled as I hesitated for a second time in front of him. God, why did I find him so attractive?
“I thought you were, but you weren’t. You didn’t.”
“You sound disappointed about that. Maybe I should ask you on a date to make up for it?” His eyebrow quirked up, and his eyes flicked to my lips before going back to my eyes. It was like he was mentally holding me there as he leaned in closer to me.
“Where would you take me?” I asked quietly, our faces only separated by a few inches.
“We’ll worry about it later.” Seconds didn’t exist as he backed me against the wall and pressed his lips on mine.
Jason Momoa X Reader
Because what else would your best friend do on your work day other than anything to make you not work?
Rating: F (Fluff)
Jason: You gonna let me in, right?
1:17 PM
Jason: Hey. Stop ignoring me.
1:22 PM
Jason: You’re working too much!
1:23 PM
Jason: You’re literally being so rude right now.
1:27 PM
You: I am not being rude, I’m doing my job. Stop bothering me, Jason!
1:28 PM
Jason: Well stop doing your job and spend some time with me :)
1:28 PM
You: I am not going to spend time with you right now. I need to get this done and it’s already a pain in the ass.
1:29 PM
“Hey. You have someone here to see you. He said it was important.” A coworker stuck her head in my door. I looked up from my phone and nodded at her.
“I’ll be right out. Thank you.” I set my phone down on my office desk and shuffled around the structure, going out the door. Just as I opened the door, I bumped into someone. I looked up to apologize, but scowled when I saw who it was.
“Hello, beautiful! How’s work going?” Jason smirked, making himself at home inside my work space, sitting on the love seat against the wall.
“Like shit,” I huffed. “What are you doing here?” I closed the door behind me and sat back down at my desk.
“Came to see my favorite person,” Jason shrugged.
“Lisa is your favorite person. So is Emilia. And Ezra, since Justice League was filmed. I am just someone who lives down the road from you who you love to annoy while she works.” I glared at the famous and admired actor as I worked on finishing up the report. He only laughed and shook his head.
“I can have more than one favorite person.”
“You can only have one ‘number one’ favorite person.”
“Well, yeah. Obviously.”
“And that would be Lisa. I don’t have to ask you that.” I groaned as I hit the wrong key and backspaced on my keyboard. “I fucking hate this new keyboard. The keys are raised higher than I’m used to.” Shaking my head in frustration, I tried to block out my company’s laughter.
“You never even told me you got this new job,” he noted, looking around my personal office.
“Yeah. By the way, you just walked into my following question; who told you I worked here?”
“Your sister.”
“My sis-... Why are you talking to my sister?” I scoffed, folding my arms on my desk in front of my computer and looking at him.
“Because she’s a nice person and I enjoy conversating with her.”
“Jason, ‘conversating’ is not a word. The term you’re looking for is, ‘having conversations with’.” I turned back to my computer screen.
“Don’t correct my grammar, missy. I’ll talk how I want,” he chuckled, eyes still roaming my walls. They landed on a painting next to the door. “Hey. I remember you painting that.”
“Painting what?”
“The painting of the forest and the random train tracks. You and your weird train obsession,” he smiled.
“It’s not a weird obsession. I just like trains,” I chuckled. “I think you were in my room while I was working on it, actually. That’s why you remember it.”
“I was! I was there!” He proclaimed excitedly. We both laughed and he stood and moved behind my chair. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Work, which would be getting done a lot quicker if you weren’t in here with me.” Even with him behind me, I knew he knew I was smiling.
“Are you asking me to leave?” He asked, hurt.
“I’m not asking you to do anything.”
“Good. Then I’ll continue to keep you company.” He sat back on the couch and grinned at me, laughing when I rolled my eyes.
Ezra Miller X Reader
Being Ben Aflleck’s best friend has its perks, such as meeting your celebrity crush, Ezra Miller. You just weren’t expecting the two of you to fall in love.
Rating: F (Fluff)
“So, what I hear you saying is,” he chuckled, “you think Wally West is a speedster?”
“That is precisely what I am saying, yes,” I nodded with a smirk.
“I still don’t believe it.” Ezra mirrored my smile.
Ezra and I were in my room. There was a party downstairs celebrating the upcoming Flashpoint movie staring Ezra as Barry Allen. We had managed to sneak away from the crowd to continue our so far month-long binge on the TV show, The Flash. It was all my older brother’s fault; he was in love with superheroes. Spider-Man was his favorite, so I had promised to take him to see the new upcoming one when it came out.
I was sitting cross-legged facing the headboard, and Ezra was on his side, his head close to the head of the bed. I was leaning forward towards him, making it easier to investigate his eyes. He was propped on his elbow to give himself a better stance while stealing glances at my lips. He thought I never noticed him doing that, when in reality, he had no idea how bad it made me want to kiss him.
“I believe that you’re in denial.” My soda made its way to my mouth and I took a sip. He shook his head and grinned.
“You’re crazy,” Ezra sighed, and positioned himself so he was on his back. His hands went to the back of his head as he eyed me.
I chuckled and set my cup on the headboard, shaking my head. “I’m not, actually.” I knew I was, and only for never acting on my feelings for him – both of us were crazy.
“Really? You’re not crazy?” He feigned surprise by holding a hand to his chest and an open mouth.
“No, I’m not crazy!” I swatted his arm with the back of my hand and tried to move when he retaliated. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to him, chuckling softly when he saw me blushing.
“Didn’t think I was that fast, did you,” he joked. He tilted his head and brought a hand up to my face in slow motion, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Your beanie isn’t doing its job, babe.”
“Don’t call me ‘babe’ unless you want to change it to ‘baby’,” I chuckled, but relaxed my head in his hand after he cupped my cheek. His thumb rested on my cheekbone and we stayed in that position, neither of us leaning forward.
“Oh, I plan to. Someday. Trust me.”
“Is that a promise?”
“It’s a promise,” he sighed with a smile.
It was difficult – naming what we were. We became best friends after we met through my other best friend, Ben Affleck. We didn’t expect to become this close, but after it happened, neither of us would change it for the world. Both of us were aware of the feelings we felt for the other, it was just hard with him always traveling. That didn’t stop us from facetiming and Snapchating while he was gone. Ezra and I had the Justice League crew on edge as to when we would get together. Jason and Gal were betting against each other on who would make the first move. Jason’s was me, and Gal’s was Ezra.
“When do you plan on making it come true?” I asked softly, the same distance between us.
“Whenever you tell me to,” he whispered. My eyes flickered to his lips before I felt his hand on the base of my head pull me towards him, and we kissed. In an instant, my hand went to his face and down, and I clawed at his neck softly, earning a growl from him. My hand slid down to his chest where I balled my fist into his shirt when he bit and tugged on my lip.
“Now seems like a good idea,” I giggled softly after we pulled away.
“You don’t say,” he smirked, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.
Seth Rollins X Reader
You just recently bought a cat who likes to climb and has gotten himself wrapped in duct tape somehow. Best friend Seth Rollins comes to the rescue!
Rating: F (Fluff)
“He what?” Seth was laughing uncontrollably on the other end of my phone making me groan.
“Seth, just come over and help me!” I growled, trying to hold down my cat as gently as I could. “Please stop moving, baby!” I whispered, petting his head for comfort. Mainly for me because I was worried.
“Okay, okay,” Seth said between chuckles. “Alright, I’m on my way.” I heard his car keys jingle in his hand and I sighed in relief.
“Thank you,” I said softly. He hummed an “mmhmm” and his front door opened.
“Jesus, (Y/N), how the fuck did you let this happen?” Seth asked, latex gloves on and scissors in hand.
“I didn’t! I came home to find him playing with the duct tape and at first, I thought it was just the roll but then he can running down the hallway with the roll following him and he had some on his coat.”
“Oh, geez.” Seth couldn’t contain his laughter as he held his wrist up to his mouth to cover his smirk. “You’re such a bad parent, baby girl,” he joked.
“Piss off, Rollins,” I rolled my eyes. “Look, just, don’t hurt him, okay?”
“I won’t. Relax, babe. I got this.” With a few snips of the scissors, my idiot cat was freed from the sticky tape, unharmed but with slightly shorter hair in some places. He jumped off the kitchen counter and running into the living room, shaking his coat. Seth chuckled again and watched him run off.
“Thank you,” I said softly, resting my forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped a gentle arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest. I was the perfect height to be able to kiss his collarbones. I placed a soft and warm kiss to his left shoulder, trailing them to the front of his chest. “What would I do without you?”
“Kill your cat, apparently,” he grinned.
“Hey,” I mumbled accusingly, glaring up at him. He looked down at me with friendly eyes and kissed my forehead.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You know I always got your back.” While saying that, Seth ran his hand up and down the middle of my back, softly digging his fingers into my skin, massaging my back. He often did this when we were in this position; in each other’s arms. He placed his chin on the top of my head after cupping the back of my head to place it on his chest.
Seth Rollins X Reader
When you and the one wrestler you can’t stand are assigned to watch after some kids from Make A Wish, you surprise him with your ability to calm and relax children.
Rating: F (Fluff)
**REAL NAMES ARE USED IN THIS FANFICTION**
“Colby, where the hell is Claire?!”
“(Y/N), I swear to fucking God, if you do not stop yelling, I going to punch you in the face,” Colby warned. We glared at each other, both of us growling lowly.
“Seth, I have to pee,” Joey cried, tugging on Seth’s jeans. I sighed heavily and watched Seth walk with the young boy around the corner to the bathroom. Turning around, I ran my hand over my face in annoyance.
Of all of the other superstars, Seth Rollins was paired with me. I wasn’t even told why. Well, I doubt they meant to put us together, knowing that we can’t stand each other. Right when I picked up a water bottle to take a drink, Stephanie came up to me.
“(Y/N), good afternoon,” she greeted with a smile. I smiled back and nodded.
“Good afternoon, Stephanie. How are you today?” I asked.
“I’m doing good, how about yourself?”
Casual conversation went on for a few minutes, exchanging ideas for the next projects. Stephanie says the closest project we have coming up is another Make-A-Wish visit.
“What’s with you?”
I turned around to see Colby leaning against the table with a cup of water in his hand. Rolling my eyes, I faced him completely.
“What do you mean, Lopez?”
“You’re not a people person, are you?” He was grinning. This son of a bitch knew something that I didn’t. I eyed him carefully.
“I might not be.”
“I asked because when Steph walked away, you muttered, ‘just means no demons for a few months.’ I assumed you meant the people here.” The cup in his hand was held up to his mouth as he laughed. “I’m not blaming you - kids can be a hassle. But these guys,” Seth smiled, looking around the room. I followed his gaze and turned my head to see what was happening behind me. A cluster of children were playing together, some coloring, others building things. In the back of the room, opposite from us, there was a young girl. She was no older than eight, sitting by herself holding a blanket to her chest. It hurt to see her alone. I put my water bottle on the table next to Seth and went over to her. Gently crouching down in front of her, I gave her a soft smile.
“Hey, sweetheart. Why are you alone over here?” I sat cross-legged on the floor and folded my hands in my lap.
“I don’t like too many people,” she whispered. “They make me anxious.”
“Can I keep you company?” She nodded and I slid next to her, my back against the wall. Next to us on her side were a few tall windows with the view of the city below us. We were on the top floor, making the distance between the window and the ground intimidating. “Did you know being anxious can be helpful?”
“Really? How?” She turned to face me.
“Before buying most food like meat in stores became a thing, there were people who hunted for meat. They would go out into the wild and the outdoors to search for food. Whenever they got the anxious feeling of something about to go wrong, they’d know when to act. It’s better to act after thinking, in my opinion,” I smiled down at her. I was doing my best to calm her. With my little brother having anxiety since we were kids, it was easy.
“My daddy likes to hunt.” Her words were a bit uneasy to figure out due to her mouth behind behind her blanket. She was hold it up to her mouth, which I figured was a nervous habit.
“Yeah? What does he hunt?” Anything to keep the fact of being surrounded out her mind would work for me, and with hope, her, also.
“Bunnies. And deer. Sometimes he hunts bears. I don’t like it when he hunts bunnies. They’re cute and shouldn’t die.” She was fidgeting where she sat, never completely sitting still.
“I like bunnies, too. I had a friend when I was younger who had a bunny. Have you ever pet a bunny?” She smiled at me and nodded. “They’re soft, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, they’re really soft,” she giggled.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Katie. I’m seven.” Slowly moving the blanket from her mouth, she became more open with me, and it made me comfortable.
“Nice to meet you, Katie. I’m (Y/N). I came here with Seth Rollins today.” The smile stretching across her face made me smile. “Are you a fan of Seth?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I like you here.”
“Aw. Thank you. I like it, too.”
“Katie, it’s time to eat, okay? We need you over here at the tables.” One of the nurses bent down to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Okay,” Katie said. She gave a soft sigh before standing and turned to walk away when she looked back at me. “Are you coming?”
“No, sweetheart. I think that’s my cue to leave, actually.” Standing, I wiped my hands on my pants. I looked up to see Stephanie and Colby standing at the exit, waiting for me. I sighed and looked down at Katie. “Try to make some friends, alright?” I smiled.
“I’ll try,” she promised, hugging my legs. With a quiet laugh, I rubbed her back and let her go off to eat.
“So, you’re not an adult person, but you like kids?” Colby asked as we walked back out to the bus.
“I’m actually not much of a kid person either but, you know... She reminds me of my little brother.” I gave him a soft nudge into the bus before sitting next to him.
“What was her name?” Stephanie asked, buckling her seat belt in the passenger seat.
“Katie, and she was seven.”
“Know what?” Colby said in my ear lowly for only me to hear. I hummed for him to continue and he whispered, “you’d make a great mom.” I grinned and chuckled, leaning away from him. He picked his head up and mirrored my smile before putting him earbuds in.
Roman Reigns X Reader
You weren’t sure whether or not to take him back after he cheated, but he really does love you (so he says).
Rating: F (Fluff)
“I don’t want to be thinking about this,” I confessed, running my tongue over my lips. Seth sighed softly and pulled me into him. I placed my head on his shoulder, reaching for his hand to hold, and he intertwined our fingers.
“Are you okay?” He asked. I didn’t say anything, but I nodded. “What are you thinking about?”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“How happy I was. Before... Before he left.”
Seth turned his body, making me lift my head and look at him.
“You could be happy again,” he sighed. I tilted my head in confusion.
“What are you-”
“Roman hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind since you guys split. Seriously, the guy’s a mess. It’s pathetic,” he said. I knew he was being serious but I still laughed. “Please, just come with me to work tonight, and talk to him. Please?” Begging never got him anywhere, but my body still got tingly whenever Roman was mentioned; it wasn’t in an angry way. Admittedly, I was still in love with him. I guess because I’m a stupid person who refuses to let myself know what really happened. But I was okay with that. Only I had to understand it.
“You look great,” he blurted.
“Yeah, I’ve changed a bit,” I laughed nervously. Being around him used to be so easy, but now...
“Yeah - no, I see that. Your hair is, um, it’s amazing. And your nose piercing is really nice.” He shoved his hands in his jean pockets and his eyes took my body in again.
“Really? You like it?” I asked with a smile. He nodded and chuckled. “Because, I remember you being the one to tell me that I shouldn’t get one.” He smiled softly and glanced at the ground before looking back up at me. After our eyes met again, he looked around the room, like he was nervous. Well, he should be nervous. He should be glad I’m not littering his pockets with explosives at the moment.
“I did tell you that, and I told you that because I know how lazy you can be. My friend in high school had her nose pierced and had to take care of it a lot.” When I laughed, he smiled again, and my stomach flipped, despite me not wanting it to.
“Lazy? Okay, that’s cool,” I joked.
“Lazy, yes. You’ve always been the cute kind of lazy though, you know? Like, on days when you wanted to be cute and wear jeans and a nice shirt - you’d always change your mind. You’d end up wearing sweatpants and an over-sized sweater. And you’d always end up looking far cuter than you had planned. That was one of my favorite things about you, actually,” Roman babbled. “There was this one day, it was a Tuesday, and you came in with Seth. You were wearing this nice maroon leather jacket with an unbuttoned plaid shirt and a black tank underneath. Your jeans were torn and you wore your new boots. And, damn, you looked good. I mean, like, you looked really good. But, I’d still choose you in sweats over all that.”
“Roman,” I laughed, and he jumped slightly, laughing himself.
“I’m sorry. We just haven’t talked in forever,” he apologized. I nodded, acknowledging it with a grin.
“You know, I didn’t want to,” he said suddenly, the joking fading from his face.
“Want to what?” I asked.
“Sleep with her,” he admitted sadly, looking down at the ground.
“Then why did you?” I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. Not in anger, but in confusion and feeling vulnerable. It shouldn’t even be ME feeling vulnerable... Right?
“I was drugged. She put something in my drink.” By the pain in his eyes once he looked back up, I knew he wasn’t lying. Great. Now I'm mad at myself for blaming this all on him. I wanted to stand up straighter and tell him that I loved him, that I believed him. How could I do that when he thought I hated him?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Quizzing him hurt more than I thought it would.
“I was scared you wouldn’t believe me. You do believe me, don’t you?” There was so much pain in his voice. It was nearly unbearable.
After a pause of some time, I nodded softly. “I believe you, Roman.” A big smile grew across his face and he sighed, a weight lifting off his shoulders. “So, what now?” I ask, standing up straighter and in front of him like I was before. My arms dropped in comfort around him. I played with my fingers, holding one hand in the other.
“Want to get dinner? After the show?” He softly grabbed my hand and held it in his, lingering the same way he did before our last kiss. I smiled at the memory and how some nights I could still feel his lips.
“Okay.” I smiled up at him, and almost pulled him into a hug. Something was holding me back.
“Okay? Great,” he laughed softly. “I’ll call you once I’m ready to leave, sound good? Or would you rather call me?”
“God, I’ve missed you being so cute,” I laughed, speaking without thinking about it. We looked at each other for a while, him looking at my smile and me looking into his eyes. WWE had finally let him show his brown eyes, which I adored with every ounce of my being.
